Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominican Republic and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Outsiders to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Skarface,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris Corsano,
Stereo Dub,
Theoretical Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sugar Minott,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Moon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Technova,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aural Exciters,
Accadde A,
Ponytail,
X-101,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reagan Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
FM Einheit,
Pole,
10cc,
the Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faraquet,
Erasure,
the Association,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Y Pants,
Max Romeo,
Kaleidoscope,
Frankie Knuckles,
Judy Mowatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sound Behaviour,
Pussy Galore,
Urselle,
Eddi Front,
Freddie Wadling,
Grey Daturas,
Bush Tetras,
Black Bananas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barry Ungar,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warren Ellis,
Monks,
Fugazi,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.